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“It had fresh raspberries with coconut.”
That’s it. The fucker was going down!
He climbed inside the ring, noticing that a few of the guys had paused their workouts and made their way closer.
Part of him had waited a long time for this day of reckoning. Finally, the moment had come that he got to crush his big brother. They were of the same height, and although Kristoff was definitely in shape, Hector was more ripped. He had a solid thirty pounds on Kristoff.
“Fine. You get your wish; let’s go a round. Go change, I’ll be waiting to kick your ass.”
Kristoff shook his head. “No need to change. I’m good.”
“You want to fight wearing a suit?”
“I like my suit.”
Whatever. He’d given him a fair warning. “It’s your funeral.”
Kristoff slowly pulled up his sleeves.
Hector smirked. Yeah, like that was gonna help him.
“By the way, I have a newsflash for you,” Kristoff said, matter-of-factly.
“What?”
“Mary’s pregnant.”
The words nearly knocked him off his feet. They were going to have a baby? Before he could process that, stars exploded. He went down. Hard.
Hector sat back on his haunches, trying to process not only that his brother had a mean upper-cut, but also what he’d said.
“I’m gonna have another kid.”
“Da. It was meant to light a fire under your ass. Now get up and go get your woman.”
Hector couldn’t find the words. The joy of becoming a father again was quickly overshadowed by the thought that now he had another person to protect from Decker.
When he didn’t move, Kristoff frowned. “Youwanther to stay with me,” he guessed. “Even when you can’t stand me. What is going on? Who’s after you?”
Hector jumped back on his feet and wiped the blood from his mouth. “What makes you think someone’s after me?”
“Why else would you want your woman and kid to stay with me?”
He didn’t want to tell Kristoff shit. This wasn’t his problem. Not his family.
“Don’t let your pride get in the way of your family,” Kristoff warned.
He snapped his mouth shut. Maybe Kristoff had a point. Besides, what did he have to lose? Both his men and the FBI were looking for a lunatic in a city of millions, coming up with nothing. Kristoff might have other resources. Maybe, for once, he could be useful.
So, he told him about Decker. Every little detail he could think of.
“I expected her to go to Jazzy,” he admitted. “She probably went to you to piss me off and because, God knows why, she seems to like you. And I’m okay with that because your house is a freakin’ fortress. But you can’t tell her. She’ll insist on returning home.”
“You sent her away, so she won’t get hurt. So your life doesn’t touch and sully her. I understand.”
There was an odd tone in his brother’s voice, and Hector frowned. Was he trying to say—?
“Don’t you fucking go there.”